Hokey Religions and Ancient Weapons: Jesus Meets a Jedi

This is a great little piece for all the Star Wars fans out there.

Against Whiggery, Or, Between Despair & Presumption | The American Conservative

Excellent article by Rod Dreher. I especially like his discussion of hope.

As I’ve said here before, people often confuse hope with optimism. I am not an optimist. I generally expect bad things to happen, and am pleasantly surprised when they don’t. But I have great reserves of hope. How to explain this? Well, hope is not the conviction that good things will happen. Hope is the conviction that ultimately, all things work for the glory of God, and that at some point in the future, all will be redeemed. The practical effect of this is to rejoice that there is meaning in our suffering, that when things go bad, God is there and calls to us in our darkness. I never believed my sister would survive her cancer diagnosis, but I always had hope that the glory of God could be manifest in her suffering, and that if she died in faith, she would live forever with Him — and, by the grace of God, we would all join her someday.

If hope means saying, “You’re going to live!” when you don’t believe that’s true, then to hell with hope. I say hope means saying, “Whether you live or die, God is with you, and with us all, and He loves you and can redeem this terrible thing.”

From an orthodox Christian point of view, the short term, and near long term, for the faith in our culture and civilization looks pretty bleak. I can easily imagine a liberal, modernist Christian believing that things are looking up, but I don’t understand how anybody who holds to the non-modernist understanding of Christianity can believe that. And I think it is dangerous to lie to ourselves about where we are, and what’s likely to come next. We should prepare ourselves spiritually and otherwise for a time of trial — and seriously, there may be no greater trial than to try to hold on to our faith, and pass it on to our children, in a time of great wealth, liberty, and apostasy.

theenergyissue:

The Anti-Environmentalist Culture of “Coal Rolling”

"Coal rolling" is a trend in which truck drivers alter their vehicles to produce unusually large amounts of sooty black exhaust, often through smoke stack-like exhaust pipes. The subculture reflects an anti-environmentalist attitude—proponents calling the smoke "Prius Repellant"—where coal and pollution is associated with manliness, identity, and a way of life seemingly endangered by the "liberal" agenda. An unnamed Wisconsin seller of smoke stack kits explained some of the rationale behind the movement to Slate's David Weigel, saying “If he’s into the environment, if he’s into this or that, we’re not….To get a single stack on my truck—that’s my way of giving them the finger. You want clean air and a tiny carbon footprint? Well, screw you.” As Elizabeth Kulze notes on Vocativ, “coal rollers” have expanded their community online through Facebook (16,000 collective followers), Tumblr, and Instagram (156,714 posts), among other forms of social media. 

Is this a real thing? Seriously?

I drive a diesel (VW TDI) vehicle, think Prius drivers are typically entitled traffic cloggers, don’t like Obama, and think ‘global warming’ is a scam, but this is idiotic.

You just can’t give rednecks money. I think these people have a right to modify their vehicles, but that doesn’t translate into a right to impair driver visibility on public roadways. Have some consideration for your fellow travelers.

For traditionalists, religion is about what the eternal God has to say to man. For progressives, religion is what temporal man says about God.
City of God or City of Man

Rod Dreher linked to this article and I thought it was interesting.

I’m not a new urbanism, but I work in transportation and urban planning, so I find this concept of a church centered development interesting as a possible way of contributing and restoring community to our communities. The atomized nature of our current arrangement is alienating and unsustainable from a societal standpoint. The biggest challenges of these communities would be fighting the urge to be insular and attracting a broad profile of residents… Most churches seem to attract many of the same type of people (not a complaint, but an observation)… Mine is youngish, upper middle class professionals with a very separate Hispanic community.

Still, better than the current system in many ways.

TODAY ON WORLD HISTORY: WORLD WAR 1 SERIES

duchyofprussia:

28 June 1914: Assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand of Austria and Sophie, Duchess of Hohenberg

From top to bottom: Franz Ferdinand and his wife leaving the Sarajevo Hall, After Shot, Gavrilo Princip being caught, the news, the funeral, Franz Ferdinand’s uniform

The beginning of the decline of western civilization? What would have been if events had unfolded differently?

Father Charged With Murder for Leaving Son in Hot Car for Seven Hours

mainline-remnant:

cwj:

This scenario used to terrify me when I first became a father.

Justin Ross Harris, 33, of Marietta, Ga., was supposed to drive his 22-month-old son to the on-site daycare facility at the Home Depot Headquarters in Atlanta where he works. It wasn’t until his drive home seven hours later that he looked back and realized that he had forgotten his son, who was still strapped to his car seat and had been for the duration of the hot day. By then, his son had died. Police have charged Harris with murder.

When I get in the car to go to/from work, I’m on autopilot the entire time. If there’s another stop that I want to make on the way, there’s an excellent chance that I’ll forget about it until I pull into the home or office and come off autopilot. So when Aidan was born and I became responsible for dropping him off at daycare in the morning, I had visions of going to work and forgetting he was in the back seat.

I had hoped that I would develop a new mental autopilot that would take me to daycare instead of the office, and to some extent I did, but that didn’t totally work because Aidan only started going to daycare 4 days a week. I would put Aidan in the car and make a mental note to myself to go to daycare, but several times I missed the turn and headed to work. Fortunately, I never got all the way to the office; the farthest I went was maybe halfway. Upon realizing I had forgotten to go to daycare, and was that much closer to leaving him in the car at the office, I would pull over and hyperventilate for a while before turning around.

I ended up getting an oversized tag like this one that transfers from car seat to key ring when you’re in the car as a reminder that there’s a kid in the back seat. Of course, that only helps once you get to your destination, so I still occasionally forgot to make the turn to daycare. There are other reminder devices, too, like rearview mirror tags and proximity alarms.

I wish Justin Harris had had something to remind him.

This is truly heartbreaking. My daughter goes to the Home Depot daycare, and I almost lost it when I got the email about Cooper. As a parent, I can understand how this happened… It doesn’t make it any better. I have a son Coopers age (within weeks of his age).

Unless there is some info that hasn’t been released, I hope the DA will drop the charges on Ross Harris… He’s already in his own personal hell… Bankrupting him and interfering with his grief helps no one. Prosecuting him will not set an example that will prevent these tragedies.

The way our transportation system and society are setup… Two parents working …kids in daycare… Two different cars contributed. Mandatory rear facing child seats in the back where you can’t see their precious faces contributed to this. The way the human brain functions contributed to this.

This is primarily a religious tumblr, and I have many thoughts on the theological side of this… But I’m not… This is too close to home… To raw.

I pray “Lord, have mercy!” for Cooper, for Justin, for the mother and other family and for my community.

So media coverage seems to indicate that there was something going on here besides an accident. If this guy did this on purpose, then I have no sympathy for him. I hope the media, AJC.com, is wrong.

I shudder to think of the horror that poor Cooper endured before he succumb to the heat.

I can easily forgive someone who through a lapse of memory leaves a child in a car, but I hope that anyone who would purposefully do it will spend the rest of their lives away from civil society… There can be no restitution in life for a crime that heinous. May God have mercy on their soul.

Father Charged With Murder for Leaving Son in Hot Car for Seven Hours

cwj:

This scenario used to terrify me when I first became a father.

Justin Ross Harris, 33, of Marietta, Ga., was supposed to drive his 22-month-old son to the on-site daycare facility at the Home Depot Headquarters in Atlanta where he works. It wasn’t until his drive home seven hours later that he looked back and realized that he had forgotten his son, who was still strapped to his car seat and had been for the duration of the hot day. By then, his son had died. Police have charged Harris with murder.

When I get in the car to go to/from work, I’m on autopilot the entire time. If there’s another stop that I want to make on the way, there’s an excellent chance that I’ll forget about it until I pull into the home or office and come off autopilot. So when Aidan was born and I became responsible for dropping him off at daycare in the morning, I had visions of going to work and forgetting he was in the back seat.

I had hoped that I would develop a new mental autopilot that would take me to daycare instead of the office, and to some extent I did, but that didn’t totally work because Aidan only started going to daycare 4 days a week. I would put Aidan in the car and make a mental note to myself to go to daycare, but several times I missed the turn and headed to work. Fortunately, I never got all the way to the office; the farthest I went was maybe halfway. Upon realizing I had forgotten to go to daycare, and was that much closer to leaving him in the car at the office, I would pull over and hyperventilate for a while before turning around.

I ended up getting an oversized tag like this one that transfers from car seat to key ring when you’re in the car as a reminder that there’s a kid in the back seat. Of course, that only helps once you get to your destination, so I still occasionally forgot to make the turn to daycare. There are other reminder devices, too, like rearview mirror tags and proximity alarms.

I wish Justin Harris had had something to remind him.

This is truly heartbreaking. My daughter goes to the Home Depot daycare, and I almost lost it when I got the email about Cooper. As a parent, I can understand how this happened… It doesn’t make it any better. I have a son Coopers age (within weeks of his age).

Unless there is some info that hasn’t been released, I hope the DA will drop the charges on Ross Harris… He’s already in his own personal hell… Bankrupting him and interfering with his grief helps no one. Prosecuting him will not set an example that will prevent these tragedies.

The way our transportation system and society are setup… Two parents working …kids in daycare… Two different cars contributed. Mandatory rear facing child seats in the back where you can’t see their precious faces contributed to this. The way the human brain functions contributed to this.

This is primarily a religious tumblr, and I have many thoughts on the theological side of this… But I’m not… This is too close to home… To raw.

I pray “Lord, have mercy!” for Cooper, for Justin, for the mother and other family and for my community.

Aldersgate Day

Anyone’s heart feel strangely warmed today? Looking at you Methodists. It’s Aldersgate Day.

John Updike: Seven Stanzas at Easter

Make no mistake: if He rose at all
it was as His body;
if the cells’ dissolution did not reverse, the molecules
reknit, the amino acids rekindle,
the Church will fall.

It was not as the flowers,
each soft Spring recurrent;
it was not as His Spirit in the mouths and fuddled
eyes of the eleven apostles;
it was as His Flesh: ours.

The same hinged thumbs and toes,
the same valved heart
that — pierced — died, withered, paused, and then
regathered out of enduring Might
new strength to enclose.

Let us not mock God with metaphor,
analogy, sidestepping transcendence;
making of the event a parable, a sign painted in the
faded credulity of earlier ages:
let us walk through the door.

The stone is rolled back, not papier-mache,
not a stone in a story,
but the vast rock of materiality that in the slow
grinding of time will eclipse for each of us
the wide light of day.

And if we will have an angel at the tomb,
make it a real angel,
weighty with Max Planck’s quanta, vivid with hair,
opaque in the dawn light, robed in real linen
spun on a definite loom.

Let us not seek to make it less monstrous,
for our own convenience, our own sense of beauty,
lest, awakened in one unthinkable hour, we are
embarrassed by the miracle,
and crushed by remonstrance.